2.21.2006

From the mouths of babes

While cooking dinner last night, Stinkerbelle kept appealing to me to get her a blanket. (After all, 35 degrees outside is like living in the Arctic Circle for Texans). There was a blanket spread out in the floor in the front room where kids had been laying on it the day before, so I told her to gather up the blanket there and use it.

Here is the exchange between mom and 3-year-old:

Little Bit: Where? I don't see it.AoM: Right there in the middle of the floor.Little Bit: I don't see it.AoM: Honey *getting exasperated as I'm trying to get food ready before soccer practice* it is right there in the floor.Little Bit: Moooooom, there's no blanket and I'm coooooold!AoM: Goddoggit, Stinkerbelle. If it was a snake it would bite you. It's RIGHT THERE!Little Bit: *looking quizzical as she looks around the room* Momma, there is no snake in here.AoM: *shaking my head and chuckling* Pickle, go find the blanket for your sister.